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nolovelingers · 9 months

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ETHAN LANDRY AS YOUR BOYFRIEND ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

headcanons — // cw ! : dark themes ,, obsession ,, nsfw !! just a reminder that this man is in fact a killer, it’s not gonna be all lovey lovey goody goody 24/7. !!

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SFW !!

ETHAN LANDRY AS YOUR BOYFRIEND . . . would be an experience like no other. you’ve never met anyone quite like him, and though he can be one of the sweetest and most thoughtful boys you’ve ever met, he often has mood swings that can scare you heavily.

easy to anger, if you say one bad joke about him, do something he doesn’t approve of or if he catches you suddenly growing distant, he throws tantrums, yelling, punching things and performing the best crocodile tears you might’ve ever seen.

he’s never had a girlfriend before, and before you he’s never even held hands with a girl; so he doesn’t know quite exactly how to love properly, and it doesn’t help that he’s quite a twisted person all together since hes, well, a serial killer.

there is no inbetween with ethan. he will hate you, or he will love you obsessively. there is no “talking stage” or “getting to know each other” with ethan. he will jump straight to the point.

if he feels you slowly cutting ties with him or that you may try to leave him; he takes extreme measures. threatening to hurt himself, your family/friends, and if it gets drastic maybe even yourself. though he has absolutely no initial intention to harm you, if he feels he must just to get you to stay with him, he will do what needs to be done. nothing too bad of course, maybe just a few cuts.

however, if you’re good to him and give him nothing but your love and affection, the both of you will practically be on cloud nine the entire relationship.

he’s always wanted a girlfriend and you’ve made his wishes come true, he can never repay you for enough.

he gets jealous quite easily, and though he does a good enough job at hiding it in the moment, he’ll get quite confrontational when it’s just the two of you.

he’ll help you study, carrying all of your books for you, your bags, your backpack, keep your phone in his pocket when you have none, anything you need help with hes there to assist.

he can still get a bit shy around you even several months into the relationship, sometimes the feeling of love and joy he gets around you too much for him to wrap his mind around.

to be frank, he sucks at flirting. when he’s not hiding behind his fake personality; a shy schoolboy, he’s typically very blunt about things, straight to the point, or he’ll avoid it all together simply because he’s never had the practice of flirting. you’d need to give him a few tips.

he’s very dorky, actually. big into all sorts of movies, comics and shows. especially horror movies, not to be cheesy but they are just something he adores.

if you’re sensitive to horror movies, it’s even better. he loves when you jump, seeing your scared face as you clutch onto him for support, or hide your face under the blanket which never fails to make him smile.

however if it’s the total opposite, and horror does nothing to you, he’ll have no problem in taking on the roll of being scared just to get closer to you and have you soothe and cradle him in your arms, hiding his face in your neck and whining about the scary jump scares or the blood being too much.

your first kiss was honestly pretty bad. he had no idea what he was doing and he kissed you like how your mom would kiss your forehead after wishing you a good day at school. it was terrible, he didn’t go for your top or bottom lip, he literally touched his lips to yours and puckered up for a few seconds.

after practicing for a little bit though, he gets the hang of it and become a decently good kisser.

going into the relationship anytime you kiss it was a little awkward, he wouldn’t touch your body or your face, just lean his head in and expecting you to do the rest. as he gets more comfortable though he eventually becomes the type to rest one hand on your cheek and the other loosely behind your back.

he loves hickeys. he likes to give them, of course he does, marking you is one of the best experiences ever in his mind, but he has such a weak spot when he’s on the receiving end. begging you for more, chest rising and falling as you suck at his most sensitive spots, small groans of arousal falling out from his plumped lips, sore from the make out session you two had just shared while his mouth hangs slightly open and brows furrowed closely together in ecstasy.

if you try to cover the hickeys he gives you, he gets a bit offended. even if it was for school or because you had to see your parents, he would never dream of hiding the dark patches you gave him, from anyone, proud to show off the fact that you loved him; and he sees no reason why you would wish to conceal them. if he notices blobs of makeup trying to wash away the love marks depending on the mood he was in he’d either a) roughly rub the concealer off with his fingers, asking you why you’re so ashamed to be with him and guilt you to death, or b) purely suffer in silence, pouting at the sight and giving you the cold shoulder. not that it would last long anyway, he hates when you don’t talk.

ethan would kill for you. he really would. whether it be some poor old woman who knocked her cart into yours by accident at the grocery or some built guy who tried flirting with you on campus; it wouldn’t be even two days before the news reports them as deceased, brutally butchered with a knife.

he loves to take notes for you, dumbing them down better than how the teacher explained so it wouldn’t be so difficult for you to understand, taking a yellow highlighter and going over the key points of the lesson and marking a few (poorly drawn) doodles.

you lost your notes? don’t worry, take his entire notebook! oh, you only needed yesterdays history notes? well, now you have his entire notebook in your possession. it’s no big deal, he’ll just make more.

joining him in econ dates from time to time are a must. he loves study dates, and anytime you attempt to have one at his or your dorm it just ends in notebooks tossed aside and his lips on yours, so your safest bet to actually get work done is to just join him in econ. holding hands under the table and watching him do his work with a concentrated face.

he’s not the richest guy around, but if you want something he’s either going to buy it assuming he can afford it, or just kill and mug some person on the street for the money. trust me, he’s tried to steal before and it didn’t go so well. theft is not something he’s good at getting away with, so he’ll just stick to murder for the time being. he’s not good at being discreet or locating the cameras.

ethans smart, he genuinely is. he’s at the top of almost all of his classes and teachers favor him, which means they favor you. he was a genius before, however ever since he got with you he’s done nothing but excel even further.

he’s so proud to have you as his partner, you’re genuinely the thing he’s most proud of. the best part of him is you. his notes app is filled to the brim about everything there is to know about you, what you like, your past hyperfixations, important information, stuff you’ve mentioned you wanted.

you are both his home and lockscreen and everytime he sees your face pop up on his phone his heart flutters a bit.

you’re pinned to the top of his messages and the only person he has notifications on for. everyone else is on silenced, and he only has a total of 4 other contacts saved that aren’t you. his dad, his sister, chad and tara. he didn’t even bother for mindy, anika or sam; and besides them he knows no one else.

he’d drop anything for you in seconds, no matter how important it was. all you have to do is ask, and god forbid if you beg him. he’d drop to his knees right there. even if he was in the middle of an important family meeting about how to continue executing the ghostface plan, if you beg him to cancel (not knowing what exactly it was he had to do anyway) or even gloss your eyes slightly to give him the illusion of tears he’s all yours for the rest of the day.

he’s extremely touch deprived and is awkward when initiating it unless it’s something like slinging his arm over your shoulder, which he never once had a problem with. you’re usually always the first to initiate hand holding and cuddles, which he’s so grateful for. he doesn’t know how to go about asking.

when you do hold hands though, he’ll literally never let you go. even if you have to leave, do something with two hands or just try to remove your hand from his; he’ll tighten his grip (not so rough that it hurts) to stop you from doing do without even noticing, so you basically have to ask him to stop holding your hand which is far more embarrassing than just letting go, but he really doesn’t even notice when he does this.

he loves the way you smell, and there has definitely been a number of times where you catch him sniffing your hair on the perfume/cologne on your neck, potentially even asking you for the name of it so he can go out and get his own to spray on his pillows and a few of his shirts.

this also applies with your shampoo and conditioner. he doesn’t primarily use the ones that you do, but he’s got the exact type stored under a cabinet so that when he’s particularly missing you he’ll use them in his locks instead of his usual kind.

sharing headphones and having a joint playlist is a must with him. you two have a collaborative playlist that you both add songs to and listen to when you’re together that ethan has just started listening to constantly now.

he doesn’t have much social media. he doesn’t have snapchat. he does have an instagram that you forced him to download just so you could send him reels but he never posts on it. he has tiktok, but he’s literally just not logged in so he doesn’t have an actual account. he does have twitch though which is what he uses the most.

he’d never let anyone hurt you, and if they do he doesn’t just get angry, he becomes furious, their death much more brutal than any past ones. their was a time where he took a stab to the shoulder after quinn charged at you with a knife as ghostface, even after ethan specifically told her not to lay a finger on you. she hadn’t planned on killing you but she wanted to get a couple hits in, which ethan was extremely against. their father later lectured the both of them about the situation.

he specifically made sure you were at the hospital with mindy when the reveal went down.

NSFW !!

he really wasn’t lying about being a virgin, he had no idea how the body worked and he was always way too nervous to initiate anything sexual between the two of you.

you had definitely turned him on before, his dick growing hard at the sight or thought of you; and he always wondered what it would feel like to be buried deep inside you. or to have your pretty mouth wrapped around his shaft, gagging from his length and the vibrations of your moans sending shivers down his spine.

but no words could ever do justice to how it felt the first time you slept together.

he didn’t finish as fast as you assumed he would and actually did a decent job at holding out, but he definitely didn’t break any records or anything.

he’s 100% a switch, quick to go from whining and crying out for your touch to holding you down beneath him, hand pushing your jaw upwards and fingers carefully wrapped around you neck as he takes everything he wants and more; those are on his most aggressive days.

he loves receiving head more than he likes to give, but if you ask him he’s definitely eager to please you. he’s just nervous he’s not doing well, and to be quite honest he’s not the greatest at picking up your body language at what you’re enjoying and what you’re not unless you really make it noticeable.

one of his favorite things is the sounds you make. he absolutely hates it when you try to silence or muffle your noises, making sure to go harder or rougher so that you’re not able to even try.

he buries his head in your neck as he’s rutting into you, watching the way your body bounces around his dick and unable to stop his own sounds from falling out as his mind goes blank in ecstasy.

he’s more of a whiny and grunty type than a whimper guy, but there are definitely moments when a string of curses mixed with desperate whimpers fall from his lips.

when he’s feeling more violent and powerful, he’ll definitely take it out on you in the bedroom, pounding into you ruthlessly and breath shaking as a bead of sweat forms on his forehead, the only thing able to clear his mind is being deep inside of you.

started 08.05.23. finished 08.05.23.

ੈ✩‧₊˚ a/n : idk how I feel ab this one it’s kinda low tier effort but wanted to get smth out today🙏 make sure to leave notes, reblogs and comment!!

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prettybabybaby · 1 year

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Perv! Ethan jerking off while on the phone with you, possibly while you're crying to him about how your date stood you up or something.

again, not exactly what you asked for but this is what came out so.

¡ 18+ only ! ¡ minors do not interact !

content: murder, dark!ethan landry, fem!reader, male masturbation

¡ scream masterlist !

your breathing was short and shallow, the strain on your throat clear even over the static sounds of the phone. he could picture you sat in the small space between the post of your bed and your closet, knees up and teary face tucked between them. he pictured your bunched up skirt that had undoubtedly slipped down your legs, pooling around your hips and exposing a sliver of your delicate panties. he let himself wonder what kind you wear.

ethan struggled to keep his own breathing level and push down the whimper that wished to voice his pleasure. his grip on himself was tight, loosening slightly with every twist of his wrist as he kept a slow but steady pace.

“i just,” you let out another sob, “i wanted it to go well. i got dressed and everything…” your began to sniffle again, “and he left me there. all alone. no text… nothing.”

“i’m sure you look gorgeous,” he forced out when you began to cry. god, why did you sound so perfect when you cried? “f-fuck, he, he wasn’t worth your time, beautiful.”

blood was rushing south in intense waves, stiffening his cock almost painfully and causing crystal beads to dribble out of his tip and down his shaft, lubricating his strokes that were becoming more and more frantic.

“i’m still so worried, e,” you whimpered, “with the killer loose…”

ethan glanced around, pumping furiously as you continued, “it’s so scary, isn’t it? anything could happen, no one's safe." you were. "not even him... god, i hope he's okay."

his grip on his phone tightened, trembling as he worked to restrain himself, the task much harder now that he was so close. his hips began to lift, meeting his fists as his eyes flickered around the scene in front of him. the empty eyes, the crimson liquid pouring from parted lips, and the still chest of your lover. your sweet voice confiding in him, trusting him with your concerns and feelings of pain when he was the cause of all of this made him shiver as his cock pulsed in his grasp.

he had gotten jealous, he had followed your date home, stalked him, plotted his demise right under your nose. and here he was, plan executed and not an ounce of remorse. in fact, he'd go as far as to say he enjoyed it.

ethan chuckled, humorous and breathy, "yeah." he couldn't hold back a strangled moan when your sobs started up again, little hiccups disrupting them.

"e," you whimpered. the whine of his nickname had his hips thrusting pathetically, lip tucked between his teeth and grip tightening. "please." his stomach fluttered, orgasm just over the edge. he forced his eyes open, only managing to crack them open, but the bloody scene in front of him was still visible. lifeless and unmoving. no longer a threat.

"i need you..."

his teeth punctured his plump bottom lip, filling his mouth and flooding his taste buds as he came, sensitively trembling as spurts of his seed shot out of him, a thick stream falling down and over his fist.

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liliesdiary · 4 months

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Please don't kill me, Mr Ghostface!

Ghostface x Doll

cw: cnc, knife play, doll, blood play, vile, choking, brutal sex, dubcon, dacryphilia, fear kink, threats of death, kidnapping, opposite end of the knife in your cunt

You can imagine any male ghostface character for this daydream <3 (making a part two soon, comment if you wanna be tagged)

word count: 600+

Daydreaming about ghostface holding you down in a dark alley as he skull fucks you, not letting you catch your breath or fight back. He tied a pink ribbon around your pretty throat, strangling you as he slams your head into the wall, making you whimper and cry as he continues to fuck your throat with a knife to your collarbone.

You whimper as the masked man presses the blade down on your collarbone, making you bleed. “Bleed for me, my little plaything.”

You cry as he continues to press the blade along your collarbone, staining your pink dress. His thrusts were brutal as he fucked your throat, you tried to stay still like a pretty doll but you couldn't help but cry and squirm. You wanted to be his perfect little plaything. You knew he was a vile man yet you were on your knees letting this stranger violate your body in a dark alleyway.

“Good girl.” he says as he looks at the blood, his dick twitched at the sight of his pretty doll bleeding and crying for him. He was a sick man but you were sicker.

He then came down your throat, his grip tightening around your skull, making sure you swallow his cum. You let out a pathetic cry, making him chuckle and tighten his grip on your skull even more. He finally lets go of your skull, you gasp and cry as you collapse onto the ground, covered in your own blood.

He smiles at your pathetic body, “I’m taking you home with me doll.” He then grabs your ass roughly and bends you over. He looks at your pink lace panties and cuts them off with his blade stained with your blood.

“Please, don't kill me mr ghostface!” You cry out.

He lets out a deep chuckle that sends shivers down your spine, “if you're not a good little doll for me I might have to kill you. So be a good little doll for me and behave, I want to play with you for a bit longer.”

You let out a whimper as he starts to use the opposite end of the blade to tease your wet hole. You squirmed and gasp. He lets out a small chuckle and continues despite your obvious discomfort and fear of the blade cutting you down there.

The fact that ghostface, the serial killer that has killed and mutilated your classmates is bending you over and fucking you with his knife makes you feel so nasty yet you couldn't help but be so fucking wet. You moan and bounce on the opposite end of the blade that has ended so many lives and he only gets more turned on by the sight.

The scene that unfolds in front of him turns him on even more, “Fuck, you're so needy baby doll. I can't take it anymore.” He takes the knife away from you and replaces his hard cock there instead. You moan and whimper as he roughly jams in it, not wasting any time and pounding your wet pussy. He holds the knife to your throat again and moans vile things to you.

“Such a good fucking doll for me. You're getting fucked by a fucking serial killer and your dripping all over my cock.”

His words made your cunt throb and your eyes fill with tears, you wanted to tell him to stop but you were just lying to yourself. He slapped your face and continued to fuck your delicate body.

The sounds of his dick penetrating your wet cunt filled the dark alleyway. Your legs started to shake as he pounded into you and strangled you with that pretty pink ribbon around your throat.

“I'm gonna take you home and make you my personal sex doll.”

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certifiedwhore4slashers · 1 year

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If I can’t have you, no one can

pairing(s): ethan landry x fem!reader, slight oc x reader

summary: your boyfriend is murdered only to find out your best friend was the killer.

warnings: yandere-ish themes, obsession, murder, yandere behavior, gore, blood, violence, knife violence, toxicity, scream vi spoilers, stalking, etc…

part 2?

“It’s Halloween, and you know what that means? Your boyfriend smirks. “Mhm, we’re obviously watching the classic Halloween! Michael Myers any day! You smile.

He chuckled.”I’m going to make popcorn.” He kissed you and you kiss back. You’ve been with your boyfriend, Daniel for almost eight months now and you couldn’t be happier.

You met him shortly after moving to New York which happened not long after the massacre that took away your friends by Amber and Richie. God did you hate them so much but karma got them in the end.

You missed Dewey, Wes and Liv so much but there wasn’t anything you could do. You met your new friends not that long after moving with Mindy, Chad, Sam and Tara for College. You enjoyed university.

Suddenly, You remember You specifically told your best friend, Ethan you'd go to that frat party. "Crap, I just remembered, You frown. "I promised Ethan i'd go to that party. But you know, I never spend much time with you anymore. I should just message him."

Daniel smiles. "Okay. Nice of you to at least inform him." You nodded. You were super close, though kind of obvious Daniel seemed kind of jealous of your best friend. You found that funny since Ethan obviously liked Tara. "Okay, I messaged him, You said, unpausing your movie.

Living in New York was so much better than Woodsboro. By now, it became a tourist attraction. When Ethan messaged you back, you felt kind of bad since he seemed disappointed but nonetheless you usually constantly spent time with Ethan so the guilt vanished.

You got closer to Daniel as you two cuddled while watching Halloween, Candy, Soda and Popcorn. However something felt off. Not between either of you but something just wasn’t right.

You suddenly pause the movie. “Hey, Is everything okay, y/n? Daniel asks. “No, Something’s off, you say nervously.

“Hm, do you want me to check it out? He asks, concern in his voice. “No, I don’t hear anything I just… you say before being interrupted by a phone ringing.

“Is it you? You ask. He nods.”Unknown Number.” “Don’t answer! You say, knowing how it always ended. “Okay, He says.”Just stay close to me okay?”

You nod as you continue watching the movie cuddling him despite your gut instincts telling you that something was off.

It had been for a while, since you knew someone had been watching you, following you, for a while. Perhaps a new Ghostface or Crazy Fan of the Stab Movies, But you didn’t know for sure.

You couldn’t let your boyfriend die. Not under the hands of Ghostface. Not ever. Your phone rings. Unknown Number. But, You figured you could be okay. You answer. "Hello? You say, walking in your room.

"Hello Y/N. I missed hearing your voice."

"... What do you want from me?"

"You. However, Your Boyfriend won't be so lucky."

"No, Please don't hurt him! I'll do anything!"

"Anything?"

"Yes."

Suddenly, the caller hangs up and you come back. Your Boyfriend is worried. "Y/n, who were you talking to? He asks. "We have other things we should worry about, Maybe You should go home, You suggested.

"No, I'm not leaving you, Y/N! Daniel insisted. "Just what is-" Suddenly, someone came up from behind him, stabbing him right in the back, He groans. You were face to face with Ghostface. Your Boyfriend was still alive. "No! You said, trying to stop him but he was stronger.

Shoving you very roughly to the side, You fell and could only watch. You weren't going to be murdered. No, You'd be fine, but your boyfriend. "Daniel! You cried, closing your eyes while he screamed, you heard him being stabbed multiple times.

Then, it stopped. You opened your eyes. Your Boyfriend, dead and drenched in blood. His blood. you sobbed, Ghostface coming closer, now in front of you. Hovering over you while he tilted his head.

You whimper in fear while you scoot back, but he kept coming closer. "I'm not going to hurt you, Y/N, Ghostface spoke. You kind of recognized his voice.

"Do I know you... You said, softly. He nods. Your legs hurt while you slowly get up. Your face wet from crying. Your movie still paused. Your boyfriend’s lifeless body. You couldn't help but run. He may not kill you, but still would hurt you. You didn't believe his words. Not one bit.

You quickly open your apartment door and bolt. Ghostface following behind you. What made you so important? There was nothing really. You were an ordinary citizen and Ghostface could’ve killed you easily.

“You can’t run.”

It walked slowly as if not even trying. But that was because he was so confident in getting you. Murdering your boyfriend? That didn’t make you want him.

He must’ve been your stalker. It all made sense. You’d be his next victim. His Final Girl, Or whatever. You didn’t know. But he didn’t try to klll you. He was there for Daniel. Not you. That didn’t make you feel any safer or relieved. In fact a lot worse.

You shouldn’t been killed along with him. Then you’d be with him now. Little did you know, He was right behind you, quickly grabbing you, you fell and groaned as he dragged you right back to your apartment.

You noted that he was strong. And you groan in pain as you know you were having an nosebleed. “You look good in red, Ghostface said.

“Who are you, you fucking bastard! You yell. “Glad you asked, ghostface said. Ghostface pulled off his mask and your eyes widen.

“Surprise, Y/N.”

It was your best friend, Ethan. Who was shy, sweet and nervous. But it made sense. Who’d suspect the kind, shy guy?

You didn’t want to cry. He comes closer. “Hey, don’t cry, he cooed. Though what does it do for you. You shove him back. “Stay away from me! You say.”I can’t believe you. You were at the party.”

“I was, and well, then I just had to come over, Ethan laughs.”Your Bastard boyfriend stole you away from me. But now… he’s out of the way.”

“I don’t like you like that, You say, backing away.”Even if I didn’t have a boyfriend.” “That doesn’t matter, Because I’m not letting you go, not anymore, He says.

And when you were backed into the corner, You knew that you were fucked. Really fucked.

#scream x reader #scream vi #scream 6 x reader #ethan landry #yandere #ghostface x reader #tw yandere #ethan landry x reader #female!reader #scream vi x reader

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yandere-romanticaa · 4 months

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Let me ramble about Lelouch a little, because he just deserves it.

Lelouch, who holds you in the palm of his hand but you also always manage to escape his grasp. Just when he thinks he has you, just when he thinks he can finally rest, you catch him off guard. Your mere existence foils his plans as it does not allow him to do what needs to be done. He sits in his chair, wearing the mask of Zero as he looks far away in the distance. To the untrained eye he looks as though he is scheming, coming up with future plans for the Black Knights to follow. But the way in which he gets startled gives him away, his quiet "Huh?" always making people like Tamaki chuckle and laugh in pure amusement.

"Well well, even a guy like Zero has a soft side!"

They have no idea just how utterly soft their brave leader really is.

Lelouch, who becomes absolute putty in your hands whenever you touch him, even if it was just accidental. He is used to the brutality of battle and blood, something so soft is... Ethereal. Unimaginable. It sets his heart ablaze, forcing him to speed up his plan just a little bit. He just wants you to be safe.

Lelouch, who can't read you at all and that drives him like crazy. He can't play you like the other pieces on his board, you're too precious for that. He is the King and you are the Queen on that board. He started to accidentally protect the Queen in actual chess matches of his King, much to the bewilderment of his opponents. In his mind, the King is worthless without the Queen. And in that same way, Lelouch would be nothing without you.

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pinkposies · 9 months

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imagines for yandere ethan landry?

Crazy For You

a/n requests are open!

warnings: stalking, mention of murder, and manipulation

parings Ethan Landry x reader

When Chad first introduced the two of you it was love at first sight. Ethan couldn’t help but feel entranced by your presence. His cheeks blushing red while his eyes were as big as saucers.

You were special to him and whenever you walked into class he felt like he was on cloud nine. At every given moment he’ll try to catch a glimpse of and his breath will shorten if you so happened to look at him as well.

You were stuck in his mind, he couldn’t shake you from his mind. He wanted to know everything little thing about you. Ethan would spend hours on end stalking your socials and questioning Chad and his friends about you.

He learns you daily schedule, what time you leave for work, and what cafe you usually eat at so he can coincidentally be there as well as finding out what bus you take so he’ll get the chance to see you.

Ethan gained to courage one the day to actually talk to you and he befriended you. He goes over and beyond for you. Whatever you needed he’ll do it, if it’s raining he’ll give you his jacket no matter how much you protest.

He followed you around like a lost puppy, attached to your hip. Wherever you were he was right there beside. Ethan will drop everything just to hang out with you and he’ll quickly become irritated if you chose to hang out with your friends instead of him. Yet, you never batted a eye the times he seemed a little too possessive for a friend.

You’ll find small things missing from your room like your perfume, conditioner, or your clothes. He’ll spray your perfume around his room to feel like you were always there or spray it on his pillow imagining he was cuddling with you. Or he’ll sniff your conditioner and imagine it was your hair. He was obsessed with you and there was no way of shaking him.

One day, when the two of you were hanging out together in your room. You told him that you were going on a date with some guy that the two of you knew and needed help finding a outfit. You didn’t notice the dark look in his eye or the way his jaw clenched.

He was waiting on his bed expecting a call from you and you did exactly that. Sounding upset since your date seemingly stood you up, and you were ranting to him about your night. And Ethan laid and bed with a smile knowing your date was laying dead in a random alley. He faked concerned inviting you to come over to his place, feeling pride in his chest.

When you showed you were engulfed in Ethan’s arms, as you cried from embarrassment. He walked you to his room while cooing soft reassuring words into your ear.

He saw this as an opportunity to take advantage of this situation. He sat down on the bed with you as he caressed arm telling you that your the most beautiful woman his ever seen and going on about how much he loved.

When he asked you out, he held his breath waiting for your response. He was terrified that all his hard work would go to waste if you rejected him and then you said yes he felt as if the world stoped.

He felt the sudden urge to kiss you, so he asked and you agreed eagerly moved by his confession. The kiss was slow and gentle and Ethan couldn’t believe that this was happening. He lightly grabbed your jaw to bring you closer even if there wasn’t any space to begin with.

And before you knew it he deepened the kiss and stealing the breath away from you. He soon became addicted to kissing you and he knew the two of you were meant to be with the way your lips fit so perfectly together.

He would stop at nothing to make sure the two of you stay together and he’ll kill anyone who gets in between you two.

#💌addi.writes #ethan landry x reader #ethan landry smut #yandere ethan landry #scream 6 #scream vi

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gulnarsultan · 4 months

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Yandere Landry Family

Your life turns upside down shortly after you're accepted to Blackmore University. Ethan and Quinn meet you after the loss of Richie. They both immediately develop obsessive feelings towards you. They stalk your social media accounts. They secretly observe who you are friends with, where you go, what you do. Wayne soon realizes the strangeness of his children. Before long, Wayne develops an obsession with you, just like his children. The sole purpose of all three now is to make you a part of the family. The first person to befriend you is Ethan. You don't suspect it because of Ethan's attitude. Later, Quinn joins your life as a friend. They make other friends and people stay away from you. Most of the time you are invited to their house and have a sleepover. They organize beautiful gifts and parties on special occasions. They don't leave you alone when you need to go somewhere. In a way, you are like their brother. You soon realize their obsession with you. You're trying to get away from them. They realize it immediately. They will do anything to make sure you don't leave them. They may resort to threats, blackmail, bribery, manipulation, kidnapping and even murder. From now on, you will be a part of their lives whether you want it or not.

#yandere slasher #yandere slashers #scream 6 #scream vi #yandere scream 6 #yandere scream vi #yandere ethan landry #yandere quinn landry #yandere wayne ladnry #ethan landry #yandere slasher x reader

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purplegrapevines · 8 months

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She's All You Need, Right?

Pairing: Vi x fem!reader

Content: toxic relationship, physically abusive relationship, obsessive behavior, possessive behavior, non-consensual bondage, non-consensual belting, violence

Word count: 2.2k

Dating Vi is hard. You love each other more than anything, but her brutal past makes her overprotective of you.

She never lets you roam the Undercity on your own, even though you know how to wield a knife pretty well. She’ll always be by your side. Or in front of you, making sure the path is clear and safe.

It does annoy you. Sometimes it feels like you have no freedom. But it’s out of love, you know that. She just doesn’t want you to get hurt.

Your friends are going out to the bar today, one of the places Vi never lets you near. But you really want to join.

Vi is out right now, probably somewhere with her friends. When she goes out with her friends, she doesn’t come back until the wee hours of the night.

And here you are, at home, in a little black dress, makeup and hair done, wondering if you should risk disobeying your girlfriend. She won’t find out, right? And if she does, she’ll give you a pass, right? Just this once?

Yes, she won’t know, she’ll have no idea. You stand up, adjust your dress, and head towards the door that you aren’t used to walking out of by yourself.

I keep a knife in my pocket, just in case. The walk… was freeing. It has been a long time since you walked through the Undercity on your own. The fresh air fills your nose and lungs, a feeling you realize you haven’t felt since Vi began to get overprotective.

Your relationship had started off perfectly. Two years ago, when you met her jumping across the roofs of the undercity, it felt like heaven. Your relationship was heaven. The conversations on the buildings, the naps on her lap, the gentle moments of tending to her wounds.

After a while, though, things started to get out of control. Or, she started to gain all the control. The control of everything. Everywhere you go, everything you do. She doesn’t let you roam around on your own like you used to.

But it’s okay. It’s because she loves you. She gets you food, she takes care of you. You don’t need anything else. Right?

Well, here you are, walking down the street of the Undercity for the first time in a year. Going to a place that Vi would freak out if she figures out you went to.

You arrive at the bar, and push the door open to a crowd of loud yelling, drunk people, flashing lights, and music. A sight you haven’t seen in a while. You spot your group sitting at a table in the corner of the bar, and you head in their direction.

“Hey guys!”

“Oh, hey, long time no see! Finally, you’re able to come. We missed ya,” your friend, Ran, says.

“I know… I haven’t been able to get out much lately,” you say, taking a seat next to them.

“Aw, why not? What’s keeping you so busy here in the Undercity?” Vi. Vi doesn’t let me leave.

“Oh, nothing, just didn’t get the chance. Anyways, it’s really good to see you again. How’s your new relationship going?”

“Oh, man, she’s just amazing. Honestly, she’s just perfect.” You and your friends continue chatting for a bit about their relationships and love lives.

“How about you?” a friends asks you, “How’s it going with Vi?”

“Oh, uh, it’s going really good. She’s really caring. Like, protective, you know?”

“Yeah, we should meet her again sometime, the last time we met was, what, a year ago?”

“Oh, haha… yeah that would be fun.”

“Hey, we should set up, like, a quadruple date or something! That would be so much fun. We can go explore that wrecked building a couple blocks away. Heard it’s still pretty unstable, but really cool,” Ran says.

“Oh…” you say, “I don’t think I can go…”

“What? Why not?”

“I don’t think Vi will let me, you know. It’s pretty dangerous.”

Ran snorts. “Who is she? Your mom?”

“No, but… I’m just saying. She’ll be very sad if I go. She’s just protective.” But you know she won’t just be sad. She’ll be angry. And angry Vi is… scary. She doesn’t hurt you, though. She would never.

Your friends look confused, but they just nod and continue with the conversation. About another hour of chatting and drinking later, you spot a familiar pink color in the crowd.

No, it can’t be. It’s not.

You try to get a better look the figure with the pink hair. You see a familiar VI tattoo on her cheek.

Your heart stops. Fuck.

“I-I gotta go guys-” you stammer, quickly grabbing your coat and heading towards the door.

“Wait!” you hear Ran call, but you ignore them.

When your near the door, you feel a hand wrap tightly around your wrist.

“Ran, I’m sorry, but I really gotta go.” You turn around to face Ran, and that’s when your face drops. It’s not Ran.

It’s Vi.

Fuck.

“Vi- Vi, hey, I’m just- I’m sorry- I really, I don’t know-” Vi’s grip tightens on your wrist, her nails digging in slightly.

“We’re going home,” Vi says in a calm, yet firm tone. You have never heard this tone from Vi before, and it scares you.

“Vi, please, I’m really sorry, I’m so sorry.” Vi is silent as she drags you out of the bar by your wrist back into your home.

“Vi, please, answer me you’re really scaring me right now, please?”

“You promised you would listen to me. And then I come and find you at the bar. For fuck’s sake. I was just trying to enjoy a fun night with my friends, and now look what I have to do.”

“Well, so was I!” you fight back.

“I don’t care. I wasn’t there to protect you, do you know how dangerous that is? You are so lucky I was there…”

“This is not fair, Vi.”

“No. It’s not fair that you lied to me. You promised me you wouldn’t put yourself in these kind of situations. How many times have you been to the bar before this? Huh?”

“None! I haven’t! It’s my first time!”

“I have trouble believing that.”

“I’m telling the truth!” You were telling the truth. You had always obeyed her until this one night that you really wanted to go to the bar with your friends.

You guys reach home, and Vi pushes you inside, slamming the door behind her. She walks towards you, while you back away slightly.

Vi grabs your collar and slams you against the wall. Your eyes widen in fear, she had never done something like this before.

“Vi, please, you’re scaring me…” Vi sighs and drags you into the bedroom by the sleeve of your dress. She throws you onto the bed.

Vi opens her closet and pulls out two long pieces of rope.

“Vi… what’s that? What are you doing?” You attempt to scoot away, but Vi grabs your ankles and yanks you to the edge of the bed.

“I don’t want to do this,” Vi says, “But you give me no choice. Why can’t you see I’m just trying to protect you? I hate to do this… but you need to learn a lesson.” She begins to tie your ankles together.

“Vi! Stop, what are you doing!” You try to get away, but Vi is much stronger than you are. She easily pins you down.

“Your ankles are tied together. You can’t run away now. You can’t go to dangerous places again,” Vi says. She starts to tie your wrists together and attaches the rope to the bedpost. Again, you try to fight back, but to no avail.

“Vi… please…” There is nothing you can do. If she doesn't want you to go out, she will make sure you can’t. She will do everything she can to keep you out of harm's way.

“You can’t do this… you can’t tie me up to keep me here.”

“Baby, I really didn’t want it to come to this. But it seems you don’t know what’s best for you,” Vi says, gently stroking your hair. I beg her to let me out, but she doesn’t listen.

Vi grabs your arms, and swiftly flips you over on the bed, so that you’re laying on your stomach.

“Vi? What are you doing?” I turn my head towards her, and I see her removing her belt.

“I’m sorry baby, I really didn’t want it to come to this. But this is for your own good.”

“No, Vi, you’re not going to do that. You wouldn’t. Vi, this is not funny. Stop.”

Vi reaches for your dress, and pulls it up to rest on your back.

“Vi, no! Don’t hurt me, I promise I won’t leave again. I won’t disobey you.”

“I know you won’t, baby. But I just have to make sure. I really wish I didn’t have to do this. But we know you need a little lesson. You know I just want the best for you, right? You know I just want to protect you?”

Defeatedly, you sigh. “I know…” No, you don’t know. This is too much now, she’s going to stop any second now. She’s going to come back to her senses any minute now…

She doesn’t.

“Vi… please stop. This really isn’t funny anymore. You’re scaring me. Please don’t.”

“Baby, you know you deserve it for what you did today.” You try to protest, but she ignores you.

From the corner of your eye, you can see her raise her belt in the air. She brings it down on your ass with a loud crack. The sound startles you for a second. And then the pain comes. You scream and thrash.

Vi ignores your pleas, as she hits it again. You can not believe what is happening. That she can do something like this. You know she had been getting increasingly protective and possessive of you during the span of your relationship, but never to this extent.

She repeatedly hits it, and everytime you scream and try to get out of your binds.

The beating continues for what feels like hours. You can’t even scream anymore. Teardrops fall down your face with every hit. It’s too much.

You feel a drop of liquid rolling down your ass cheek. What is that? Water? How did the water get there? Or is that… blood?

You whimper thinking about how destroyed your ass must look right now. Will it heal properly? Will it leave scars?

Fuck, you would do anything in this moment to make Vi stop and go back to normal. You just want the love story with Vi that you always thought you would have. You just want this horrible pain to end.

Vi grabs your wounded ass and squeezes, making you wail out in pain.

“Vi, please, stop that!” you beg. After a couple more seconds, she takes her hand away and drops her belt on the ground.

You want to believe that she’s done, but you can’t tell yet, so you stay on edge. She reaches for your hands that are still tied to the headboard.

She finally unties your wrists and ankles, letting you move your limbs freely.

“Vi… are you done?” you ask meekly, not daring to sit up or even look Vi in the eyes.

“I’m done,” she simply responds. You sigh in relief.

Not knowing what else to say, you stay silent and press your cheek into the pillow under you. It’s the only comfort you have.

Finally, Vi speaks up, “baby, you know I hate that I had to do that, right?” You nod, your head still turned away from her.

“But you understand that it was for your own good? I only want to protect you and make sure that you’re safe. Going to that bar all alone, it was so dangerous. Do you understand how worried I was for you?” You nod again, still refusing to look at her.

“I know you’re in pain right now,” Vi continues, “And you know I hate to see you in pain.” You cry quietly into your pillow. If she hated seeing you in pain, why did she cause it?

You know that you should break up with her, especially after this. You know you can’t let her hurt you anymore.

But you love her too much. Where would you even go without her? What would you even do? You can’t picture yourself without Vi.

“I love you so much," Vi says, "I’m trying to protect you. I only want you to be safe. Do you understand?”

You finally turn your head towards her and wipe the tears from your face.

“Yes. I understand, Vi.”

You cry yourself to sleep that night. But it’s okay. You still have Vi. And that’s all you need, right?

#vi arcane #vi x reader #vi x you #vi fanfic #arcane fanfic #vi league of legends #arcane x reader #vi x fem reader #arcane x female reader #yandere x reader #fem!reader #female yandere

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froggywritesstuff · 7 months

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Yandere Tara Carpenter x Male Reader?

protective | yandere!tara carpenter

Pairing: Yandere!Tara Carpenter x male!reader

Warnings: possessiveness, drugging, use of chloroform, kidnapping, gaslighting, being tied up, swearing, Tara has anger issues, pet names (goodboy, babe)

Fandom: Scream

Word Count: 1317

A/N: so sorry for how long this took, hope you enjoy and happy spooky season. fem readers DNI. i do not in any way support yandere behaviour, please know that this writing is purely fictional, and should not ever be reenacted in real life

Tara was protective. She always thought she had to be, especially after her encounters with multiple murderers trying to kill her. Lately she had been projecting her protective ways onto you. At first it was sweet. She cared about you so much she just wanted to keep you safe. But soon she began taking it too far. She'd never let you leave your shared apartment on your own, and if she did, she'd demand to know where you were going and how long you'd be, and she'd be constantly texting you while you were out to check on you. You knew she had good intentions, but it was starting to make you uncomfortable. And whenever you confronted her about it, she’d immediately deny it and act like she’d done nothing wrong.

”Tara, I just wanna go out on my own.”

”Babe, you go out on your own all the time, I get so lonely.”

”That’s not true. And when you do let me out on my own, you still never leave me alone.” You hated arguing with Tara, but you couldn’t let her behaviour go on for any longer.

“Sorry, are you getting mad that I check up on you to make sure you’re ok?” she glared at you and you had to hold back a sigh of frustration.

”No, I’m getting mad that you can’t leave me alone for one second. Tara, I love you, and I know you’re just protective, but you can ease back a bit in protecting me. I promise.”

You watched her expression go from angered, confused, thinking, then to understanding (at least you thought she was understanding).

She nodded, a sigh slipping from her lips, "You're right. I am over protective of you. I can't control you, and I'm sorry I thought I could."

A shocked expression covered your face, "Oh."

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing, I just didn't think you'd take this so well."

Tara laughed slightly, "Come on babe, give me some credit."

Her smile was contagious, "You're right, I'm sorry."

She took your hand in hers, "Can I walk you outside?" you nodded with a wide smile, proud of how she was willing to fix her behaviour. You two walked out the apartment door, before she stopped you, “Phone?”

”Huh?”

She laughed softly, “You’re really gonna leave without your phone.”

You laughed in understanding, “One sec, I’ll go grab it.”

You walked to your room where you know you left it, squinting in confusion as it was nowhere to be found. You went back to Tara, about to ask if she knew where it would be, but she was also nowhere to be found.

”Tara?” you called, receiving no response other than the silence. You went to turn and look for her, when a damp cloth covered your mouth and nose, making your stomach drop with fear.

You struggled against their firm grip against your chest, feeling your vision grow blurry, and sounds going muffled. It didn’t take long before your eyelids grew heavier and heavier, and you eventually collapsed to the floor.

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Your eyes flutter open, confused as you look around you, finding yourself in your bedroom. The last thing you remember is that you were meant to be going out, without Tara. Now you were in your room. Something was very wrong. You go to readjust your position on the bed, heart skipping a beat when you feel ropes around your wrist binding you to the bed frame. You struggle against them, a sharp pain sends up your arms as the rope digs into your skin, causing your head to pound. You look up with a startle as you hear the door open, squinting in confusion as Tara enters the room. She looks distraught, as if she was the one tied to the bed frame.

She walks closer to you, offering a strained smile as she sits on the edge of the bed.

“How are you feeling?”

“My head hurts.” You stare at her, eyeing her cautiously. “Tara, why am I tied up?”

She stares coldly, “Don’t look at me like that. I’m keeping you safe.”

”Tara please.” You beg, your voice barely louder than a whisper as you stared at her with glossy eyes.

”Y/N, you can’t protect yourself. I was so fucking sick of having to explain it to you just for you to ignore me. I was trying to help you and keep you safe. I didn’t want to risk something happening to you. So now, I can permanently keep you safe.” She speaks, and you notice her eyes avoiding looking at yours.

”Please let me go. You can’t keep me locked up here, Tara.” You beg and plead with teary eyes, praying to whatever god that she’ll take pity on you and untie you. Your heart pumps quickly with fear as you lose hope every second that you’ll make it out of this room alive.

“I can’t let you go. I-I’m doing this for your own good, why don’t you understand that?” She yells, voice cracking with the last sentence. You can’t shake the feeling that she’s trying to convince herself. Convince herself that it’s not her fault, and that she’s not in the wrong. But whether or not she feels guilty for kidnapping you is the least of your worries.

“Tara-"

"Just stop being so fucking difficult!" she shouts, her voice hitting your ears like daggers. You flinch back, doing your best to steady your breathing. You both stay silent, the only sound being your small, shaky breaths.

Seeing your fearful state, Tara sighs, standing up from the bed and leaving without a word, taking deep breaths as she does.

You're left alone on the bed, millions of thoughts rushing through your mind, making it impossible to focus on a singular thought. You attempt to make some sense of the situation, Tara's words replaying on repeat through your mind, but nothing makes sense. You knew she was extra protective ever since the murders, but you can't even fathom the thought of Tara doing something like this. Even though you're living proof that she has.

You rustle the ropes again, seeing if they'll loosen up, but to no avail. You're left with sore arms and a returning headache. You shut your eyes, steadying your breathing again, and you don't even notice Tara walking in, until you feel the weight shift on the spot beside you.

"You said your head hurts?" she's holding a glass of water and a plate with a sandwich. She holds the glass of water up to your lips, "Drink it." she instructs. Your headache grows less painful as the cool water slides down your throat. Without realising, you drink the entire glass, only noticing once Tara takes the glass away from you and sets it on the bedside table. Her dark eyes shift back to you, and for a moment you almost forget how afraid of her you are.

"I'm sorry if I scared you before." she begins, bringing the sandwich to your mouth and feeding it to you, "I shouldn't have yelled at you, I was just frustrated." she pauses, before putting the sandwich back on the plate and placing it next to the empty glass, "But you need to understand that I'm not going to let you go." Her expression and voice holds no emotion, making the moment even more unnerving, "I'm keeping you here because I love you. I'm doing this for you. So if you don't want me to yell at you, you need to do as you're told and listen to me when I tell you you can't leave."

You stare at her, her words doing nothing to comfort you.

"Do you understand?"

You just nod your head, not wanting to even think about what she'd do if you upset her again.

She smiles at you, but it doesn't reach her eyes, "Good boy."

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alcazarofthestars · 2 months

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Hi, hi! I have a request~ What about Yandere Blade x reader who was a part of astral express? The reader is close friend of Dan Heng, so they are always together because their personality is similar. Like, Blade fall in love with them, but they hate him because he's Dan Heng's enemy. That's it. Anyways, nice to meet you~ :3

Oooo~, so like enemies to lovers or a one sided romance? That's interesting! I really liked this idea so I tried a different writing style, please tell me whether or not you like it! It's nice to meet you too btw!

Summary: After leaving the Luofu due to certain unknown reasons and joining the astral express along with a close friend, [Name] had met a rather mysterious man who called himself Blade. After their encounter, they keep feeling watched... Thankfully their dearest friend, Dan Heng, is always there with them to help! (Takes place after Loufu story quest.)

Warnings: ooc, Yandere, yandere content, stalking, unrequited love, one sided romance, unhealthy obsession, obsession, fighting, bad writing, blood, mc is Stelle, gender of reader is unspecified etc. If any of those scare and/or make you uncomfortable please leave.

Suggested to read in dark mode!

Being a member of the astral express has its own pros and cons even more so since you have the ability to manipulate blood, why don't we go through the pros and cons of being in the astral express crew in [Name]'s point of view?

Pros:

1. You get to travel the galaxy with friends while also going on fun adventures together!

"March, call everyone to come here! We're almost arriving at our next destination!" A cheery voice called out to a light pink haired girl who started joyfully skipping down the astral express' halls with glee. After a while March had come back with two other people one with dark black hair and the other with long grey hair. "Finally," The [HairColor}ette started. "We're nearing our next stop!" They said excitedly while turning to her pink haired friend who shared the same level of excitement as they do while imaginary stars surround the happy duo. Seeing this, the black haired male just sighed while the grey haired girl only hummed in response. "We're only stopping here to get some supplies, remember?" As the male said this, the stars surrounding the duo shattered and fell to the ground. "Really? Aw man, I really wanted to look around..." [Name] pouted as they turn their attention onto their black haired friend. "... Fine, I'll ask Miss Himeko to give us a few days to explore, happy?" He sighed unable to resist his friend's pouting face. "Very, thanks Dan heng!" They said as they hugged him. "Wanna try some of the food there? I heard it's very good!" March chirped happily. "hm... I heard so too. Sure why not." The taller grey haired female responded. "Seriously? You two want to spend the time there?" Their black haired friend deadpanned at them while [Name] went between the two to stop any chance of a conflict. "Ahaha, how about me and Stelle go check out the food while you and [Name] go sight seeing?" March suggested as all the others nodded. "Great! It's settled then! We'll regroup back at our hotel at nine, deal?"

2. Meeting new friends and making new connections while helping others in the process!

The black and [HairColor] duo walked around a historical sight while taking pictures and reading the history of said sight. "Ne ne, Dan heng... Are you hungry yet? We've been walking and looking around for one and a half hour..." They complained to their close companion to which he only hummed in response. "Sure, let's go get something to eat." He said as his dear friend cheered as they took his hand and dragged him at a quick speed. "Hey, calm down. I can walk on my own." He grunted as [Name] finally let go of his hand. "A-ah, right... my bad..." They apologized as Dan heng turned around to dust off some dirt on his shirt, but when he turned around again his dear friend had disappeared from his sight. Meanwhile, [Name] had got distracted by a spiderlily that shouldn't be able to grow on this planet. Intrigued, they went to investigate it only to find a trail of said flowers growing. Curiosity kills the cat they say as when [Name] followed the trail, they found an injured stranger who had many massive wounds all over his body. The unconscious injured stranger had handsome features; like his long silky black hair that fades to red covering one of his eyes, broad shoulders, his ears that both carries an earring one that's shaped like a tassel and the other is shaped like a piercing(?), bandages covering some parts of his body, his strong hands-... 'What am I thinking?! Get it together, [Name]! Stop staring at the stupidly hot stranger and help him!' They thought as they finally stopped gawking at the feature that adorned the injured stranger. 'The nearest hospital or clinic is miles away... But... The hotel we're staying at isn't far! And I think I have some medical supplies in my bag to help him, time to put all those lessons with Miss Himeko to use! Great thinking, [Name]!' They thought happily while trying to carry the stranger.

After a while, they were finally able to get the stranger to their hotel room but to do so they had used an unused long coat and a dark shade of glasses along with a black masker to hide his injuries and disguise him so that [Name] wouldn't get reported by onlookers to the police for kidnapping. Thankfully, by some miracle, it had unexpectedly worked. They placed him on their bed and used some alcohol from their bag to clean his wounds before using their ability to manipulate blood in order to stop more blood from flowing out of his body then patched it up using the stuff she had prepared from her bag and lastly took off his top to place bandages on then placed the blanket on his body. 'I did it! Miss Himeko would be proud!' Happy with their work, [Name] let out a breath that was unintentionally held in due to the stress and sighed before looking at their phone to send Dan heng a message that they're fine and went to explore a bit by themselves while also telling him to meet up at the hotel lobby just as they planned together. Looking back at the stranger, [Name] couldn't help but feel as if they had met/knew him before in the past... (Pls bear with me I don't really know how to bandage a person..)

Not that long after [Name] had gotten very tired to the point they were fighting to keep their eyes open but soon fell asleep while sitting on an armchair that they dragged from under the lamp and moved it beside their bed so they could watch over their patient. Soon, the stranger woke up and the first thing he saw was a gorgeous [HairColor]ette sleeping so peacefully on a chair right next to him. The sight of them made him speechless, breathless even and wonder how such a perfect being exists in this cruel world. He couldn't help but be attracted to the said person who looked like they were blessed by the aeon of beauty herself, expecilly with those features of their's that make you want to keep looking for hours on end. Snapping out of his thoughts he shuffled around the bed to get out but ended up waking up the sleeping beauty (that's what he named you) beside him as they let out a yawn. "Haah... Are you awake...?" They mumbled while stretching their arms up, "Mhm... Do you need anything...?" [Name] asked while offering a smile. "... Where am I? and who are you?" He asked. "Ah, right. Well first of all, we're at a hotel located in St. Freya. Secondly, I'm [Name]. Nice to meet you... uh..." They responded. "Blade, my name." He answered. "Ah! Alright, nice to meet you Blade!" [Name] said as they gave him a closed eye smile to which he only nodded "Likewise." He said while looking at the person that saved him. "That reminds me," They started. "is there anything else you need?" [Name] asked clearly worried about their patient's health and need. "... Why... Why did you save me?" He questioned in a monotone voice, if you didn't know any better than you would've thought he was angry but due to a a friend who is as cold as ice most of the time, you have learnt to read people's expressions and body language to understand a persons true feelings. "A-ah... Well you see, I was traveling with some close friends of mine and we were going sightseeing but I kinda got bored so I went to look around, that's when I found you in a small alley... It wouldn't be kind of me to just ignore you, but since the nearest hospital or clinic was miles away I took you here. I apologize if I did a bad job at cleaning and patching your wounds, I'm not that skilled in these types of stuff... But if you do need anything else just ask me, alright. I need to go out for a while to meet up with some friends, will you be alright here?" What came after their question was nothing but silence that was cut by Blade's answer "... No, I'll be fine." He said with an unsure tone. "... Alright then, please rest while I'm away...!" [Name] said as they took their bag and left from the hotel room door.

"Yes, I'm very sure, March." While looking for her friends in the now crowded lobby she heard the voice of her closest friend, Dan heng. "Hey! You guys! Over here!" [Name] shouted to grab the attention of her dear friends who instantly turned their heads in [Name]'s direction as soon as they heard her voice. "There you are, you idiot!" March angrily said as she ran in [Name]'s direction followed by Dan heng and Stelle who shook her head at March's childish antics. "Whoa there, calm down, March." [Name] sweatdropped. "Do you know how much you scared us? Don't do that again, you hear?!" She said as she lectured [Name]. "Did I really...?" They asked in denial. "Yes, yes you did." Dan heng sighed. "What were you even doing, [Name]?" Stelle asked. "Huh? Oh, I found someone who was injured and helped him." They answered. "Oh. Alright. Wait.... WHAA?!" March exclaimed. "Is he here?" Stelle asked pushing March out of the way affectionately. "Yeah, why?" [Name] responded making Dan heng face palm. "Why didn't you take him to a hospital or clinic?" He sternly asked with a glare that made March snap out of her dazed state. "Ooh girl you're in trouble now...~" She teased making you glare at her to which she sticked out her tongue. "Uhm... Well you see... Uh... the hospital is... too far and I thought he wouldn't make it..." they answered in defeat. Dan heng sighed. "Alright, let me check up on him. You two can go ahead and we'll catch up later." He said to March and Stelle to which they responded with a nod and walked off. "Come on, [Name]. We're going." Dan heng stated as he walked towards the elevator "R-right!" [Name] said before following him, unaware of the pair of eyes that have been staring at their figure for a while leaving the hotel building.

When they arrived at [Name]'s room the stranger was no longer in their bed which made [Name] shocked. "Huh?! Where is he...? I could've sworn I told him to stay here... The wounds wouldn't have healed properly if he walked too much..." The [HairColor]ette panicked. "Hm... It seems that our injured stranger has left a note before leaving." He said pointing out the piece of paper on their bed before picking it up. "H-huh? what does it say?" They asked in curiousity. "It reads; thanks for the jacket, glasses, masker, and help, sleeping beauty. I'll probably visit the astral express in the future to return those, but maybe not. If you're ever in danger call me. -Blade..." A loud silence engulfed the duo. "You... You meet Blade...?" Dan heng broke the silence with his question and wide eyes. "Uhm... Yes? What's wrong...? are you mad...?" [Name] said in worry. "It's-... just-... I'm not mad, just please don't get anywhere near him. He's... dangerous. Alright?"

3. Having a fellow member protect you, even if you aren't aware!

Lately, you have been feeling watched but there wasn't any evidence to your claims. You tried to tell March and Stelle, but they only said "Huh? Really? You sure it isn't just your imagination or something?" and "Maybe it's the angry ghost haunting you for eating my ice cream." You had also thought about telling Himeko and Welt but decided against it afraid that they'll overthink things and make the situation more complicated than it actually is. So as a last resort, you told your best friend for his suggestion and prayed to whatever god that he'll help you out. "And that's it..." You explained to Dan heng who has been listening to you rambling about feeling watched and the chill you feel whenever you leave the astral express for the past hour or so while he sorted out some information on the traditions of different planet that you had collected from your latest solo adventure to a new planet. "Hm... I'm not able to do much, but if it makes you feel better then I'll look out for any watching eyes and unwanted visitors." He hummed. "Really?! You're the best!" [Name] chirped happily. "yes yes, now go to sleep or else you'll be tired for your expedition tomorrow." He ordered which you complied with. Happily skipping down the halls, [Name] has started feeling a bit safer thanks to the previous conversation they had with Dan heng but one thing has been bothering them for a while... "Don't get anywhere near him. He's... dangerous."

On your next exploration trip, Dan heng had advised a plan to help you with your (not so little) little problem the troublesome part is the fact that he didn't give any info or told you about it. As you happily walk around the planet that the astral express had stopped by to gather supplies to find some snacks for March, Stelle, and Pompom while also stocking up on perishables and blankets thanks to Stelle who built a pillow fort during a blackout and accidentally trowing them all away after she was no longer using them since the lights had turned back on. While looking around you had stumbled upon many happy couples out on dates while looking into each others eyes that are full of love, kids happily playing with each other laughing and smiling together as they all ran to hide while playing hide 'n seek, a mother and her son who was helping her carry their groceries as he told her what had happened at school today, and much more. You contently stared at them from afar not noticing the small genuine smile that was appearing on your face, but deep down inside you admit you felt a bit jealous of the happy people spending time with each other wishing you could be like them one day where you don't feel alone. Snapping out of your trance you continue to find what you came here for, the reason you came here in the first place, to help out your mentor, Miss Himeko and your close friends on the astral express. Once again, walking around in search of the items needed, you had started to feel that cold chill and watching eyes once again but when you looked back, there was only two kids playing soccer with each other in the far distance. Brushing off the feeling of being watched as being paranoid, you continued to walk around unbeknownst to you that there was some drama happening not too far from where you were...

"I'm not letting you get anywhere near [Name], and that's final." A familiar stern and serious masculine voice stated, judging by the tone, he must be angry at the person he's talking to. That person being none other than Dan heng. "Is that so?" Another voice chuckled in amusement at his statement. "Do you really think you're strong enough to defeat me? No matter how hard you try, you'll never be able to defeat me. I will get them, and you won't stop me, Imbibitor Lunae." The other voice said, knowing well that all he said was true.

Cons:

1.Getting Injured During Missions, Whether It Be A Small or Big Injury

"Ooh! Look over there! Isn't that Mrs. May's purse?" March happily exclaimed while pointing in the direction of a small purse covered in snow. Today [Name], March, and Stelle had gone to look around Belobog as the other members of the astral express went to stock up on supplies once again. While travelling, the group had stumbled across Mrs. May, a very nice elderly lady who lived in a nursing home along with her cats, searching for something. It turns out that one of her pet cats had taken a liking to her purse and would play with it, but then one afternoon the said cat had taken the purse outside without her knowing and returned home without it. Worried, Mrs. May has been searching for it since yesterday without any progress thus she ended up asking the group to search for it. After a few hours of searching all over Belobog, and stopping Stelle from digging through random trashcans on the side of the road, you had found a few signs of the purse such as a strand of light pink silk sticking out in the snow along with some other stuff like money, coins, and a grocery list. "I think it is, at least from the descriptions Mrs. May had given us before we left." [Name] explained as the group went to investigate the purse. "I wonder how it ended up here though... This place is quite far from the nursing home, and I highly doubt a cat would travel this far in this extreme weather..." March voiced out her concern. "I think you're overthinking again, March. It has been days since the purse first went missing, the weather must've been warmer that day." Stelle turned down her thoughts. "Well whatever... As long as we found it it's time to return the purse to Mrs. May now!" March exclaimed. "A-ah... How about you two go first, I'll stay behind for a while. There are some things I want to check out to put in the archives back in the astral express." [Name] explained as the other two nodded their heads at their friends words and turned around towards the direction of where they came from. "Alright then, see ya later, [Name]." Stelle said already walking away. "Bye! Don't forget to call me if anything happens!" March happily said as she too left and tried to catch up with Stelle.

As soon as the duo was no longer in sight, [Name] let out a loud sigh that they were holding in for a while. 'This feels off...' They thought as they started to look around the area for some clues and crouched near a tree to take a short break. 'I swear I felt something off... My mind is playing tricks on me again...' Just as they stood back up, an unexpected force forced them to get blown away into the snow and landed on their hand to stop. 'A... Voidranger...? Wait a minute... What is it doing here?!' [Name] panicked. It's unusual to see a Voidranger in Jarilo VI of all places, after all. Looking at their hand [Name] realized that they were bleeding... sighing then taking out their weapon of choice, [Name] went into a defensive stand. Facing the enemy, [Name] closed their eyes for a second and when they opened them, the Voidranger had already been taken out. Right behind the Voidranger is a familiar figure with long black-ish hair, Blade. "It's you..." [Name] whispered softly, but Blade was still able to hear what they had said but all he gave them was a small nod and said; "If anything happens, just call my name." before disappearing leaving [Name] alone.

2.Getting Lost During An Exploration Trip.

"Aaaaaah....! I hate these types of expedition trips... Why are we even doing this in the first place?!" March groaned as she dragged her feet to follow her fellow comrades who were looking around in some abandoned ruins. "There's some treasures here that we need to retrieve. So just hang in there for a while longer, we're almost there." [Name] explained to their tired friend as March pouted in return. "Well can you please carry my bag? My back is starting to hurt... I mean, why did we even bring these bags in the first place?" March complained yet again as she handed her bag to [Name] who is now carrying it. "And can you believe how-" All of March's words didn't register in [Name]'s mind as everything she says starts to sound like gibberish along with everything else. Soon, [Name] finds themselves zoning out and when they have snapped out of it, they realize that they're now lost. They were in a room with a lot of dust and some... weird purple gas around the room. Looking at their surroundings, [Name] isn't able to find or hear the group. After a while, [Name] had decided to walk around in search of their friends. After a few hours, they were still lost. Hell, it felt like every hallway was the same! Not to mention how [Name] had started to feel dizzy after walking for a while, and this dizziness has not gone away. Frustrated, [Name] plopped themselves down a wall and hugged their legs. "I wish Dan heng was here... or March... or Stelle... or anyone else..." [Name] whispered to no one in particular as they start to sob. "Hic... maybe not Miss Himeko... or Welt... they will definitely be disappointed or tease me..." They tried to calm down. "Alright, [Name]... focus... calm down. What do I do..." they said the theirself and placed a hand on their chin. '... Help... Dan heng... Blade...!' They thought as their vision becomes fuzzy due to their dizziness from before, drowsiness takes over them.

"B-.... Blade...!"

Just as [Name] whispered that, a mysterious figure and fog appeared seemingly out of nowhere. The figure soon became more clear, long black hair that fades to a reddish color, a lean body build, and broad shoulders. Without a doubt, that is the one and only Blade. "You called?" He asked. But unable to keep their eyes open, [Name] had fainted right in front of Blade. "Huh, guess the gas worked better than I thought." Blade mumbled as he crouched down to reach [Name], carefully playing with their hair while enjoying looking at their delicate features. After a while of silence, Blade had placed his hands around [Name]'s body, and slowly picked them up in a princess carry and walked away not noticing the small bag that was left behind.

3.Getting Kidnapped By Your Friend?

When [Name] had woken up, they were no longer in the abandoned ruins that they were in before. Sitting up from the bed, [Name] looked around and realized that they were in an unfamiliar surrounding just as they were about to get up, something was stopping them from doing so. It was a chain on their foot that was locked on both their foot and the bed. Seeing this, [Name] panicked. Not long after, Blade had entered the room. "Blade...?! Great timing! Now come and help me get this chain off my foot-" they said before getting cut off "That won't be necessary. Why would I do that if this is everything I've ever wanted? Having you in my arms, your full attention, your everything!" He exclaimed. "What...? Blade... You're crazy...!" [Name] shrieked as Blade only grinned in response. "Maybe I am. But just know this, I'm only this crazy for you, dear [Name]." He said as [Name] could only widen their eyes in response, afraid of him and his obsession with them.

"You'll be mine, and mine only. Why would you want to separate us?"

END.

Extra HCs:

Whenever you and Blade cuddle he would hug you so tight that you'll barely be able to breath.

You and March would paint each other's nails whenever you have the time.

Himeko can be super strict sometimes when teaching. (Welt having war flashbacks.)

Stelle got scratched by one of Mrs. May's cats

The group was searching for [Name] but only found your small bag and March's bag.

Blade didn't tell Kafka or Silver Wolf cause they would tease the living daylight out of him.

Authors note: I got so lazy at the end... BUT thank God my exams are finished! I'll start accepting requests again. This has been rotting in my drafts since December... I finally finished it!

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lbukisgf · 9 months

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budo masuta, umeji kizuguchi geiju tsuka: how they love you <3

(alt title: love languages!!)

— gn!reader, implied relationship, tooth-rotting fluff, very mild angst w/comfort. not proofread. (maybe some slight favoritism in length 😭)

budo masuta: acts of service and quality time (with a sprinkle of physical touch)

listen; this man is probably whipped for you.

he’d do just about anything for you

you want bento to take to school? he’s on it! (PLEASE DONT LET HIM COOK)

you need help with carrying something or as simple as schoolwork? it’s already done.

he loves being in your presence just as much as doing things for you.

your presence is the most surreal, comforting and loving thing for him; so much so that it’s distracting at times.

it usually results in some small hugs and kisses (even a make out session)

he’s the kind of lover that’d bend over backwards just to move heaven and hell, the stars and the moon; all if you asked him to.

umeji kizuguchi: physical touch and words of affirmation.

after all the bullying he’s endured, the slightest of touches and the smallest of compliments make him fall apart.

holding his hand while you’re walking home together? he’s blushing.

you call him pretty and the sweetest boy ever? he is absolutely blushing.

he loves when you hug him while thanking him for literally anything (bonus points if you kiss him!!)

he’ll give you a hug, kiss, or the sweetest blanket of words he can think of if you ask, he mostly does it randomly; leaving you speechless at times .

he’s the type of lover to reciprocate the love you give to him, but give it back tenfold.

he just wants to keep you happy, and he loves you enough to all of his sacrifice his time for you.

even if he ‘complains’ about it.

geiju tsuka: quality time & words of affirmation

another one for the “this man is whipped for you pile” just less obvious

he’s so in love with you, it tends to seep into his art.

(headcanon that maybe geiju secretly has a bunch of small sketches of you and has been wanting to give them as a gift but thinks itd be too awkward so he just has a whole box of them)

he loves having you close to him while he paints, thinks it’s the most relaxing and comforting thing ever

he absolutely adores when you tell him how great of an artist he is- it has a heavy affect on him. (the kind only you have)

he’s a man of few words, but it doesn’t stop him from saying the sweetest of things to you.

(it can range from the most adorable things to him being a smug fucker)

sometimes if you’re lucky, he’ll be in his art studio, painting a picture of you; giving you the perfect opportunity to tease him with your sweet words.

— the end.

note: massive shoutout to the yansim discord server for giving me this idea + characters to write for this!!

#yansim #yanderesim #yandere simulator #yansim x reader #budo masuyama #budo masuta #geiju tsuka #geiju tsuburaya #umeji kizuguchi #— vi writes

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nolovelingers · 9 months

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NOT TOO CLOSE ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ ethan landry !!

⋆ ★ you remember the first night you met. the shared lingered feeling of a message you couldn’t quite decipher, something telling you all signs were red and pointing in the opposite direction; away from him. it’s too bad, you always had a thing for pretty boys. — short blurb !!

cw ᝰ.ᐟ sfw ,, ghostface!ethan ,, mentions of alcohol ,, first meeting ,, fem!reader ,, swearing

PURPOSELY LOWERCASE 🎧 &&. written on iphone , sorry if the formats funky !

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maybe it was the way the lights were strobing, the haze of the chattering college students lost in their own conversations; the smell of cheep booze and the familiar tinge of marijuana finding its way to your nose and leaving you with a twisted knot in your stomach, the effects of the own alcohol you previously consumed somehow contrasting itself by both numbing half your senses and heightening your other ones.

in the eyes of blackmore university, there was never a holiday too small nor an event too hyped to not celebrate in everyone’s own little way; a halloween party suited for what felt like a small village as you navigated the house packed of both familiar and unfamiliar faces, students laughing and socializing their way through their own buzzes.

not ethan.

clinging onto his roommates side, chad almost wanted to be annoyed by the way ethan couldn’t bare to branch himself off and meet new people but he couldn’t quite bring himself to do so as a feeling often described as pity clouded his intoxicated senses.

“dude, we gotta get you a girlfriend.” chad joked (but not really), feet firmly planting on the ground next to the curly haired boy who leaned himself on the doorframe in front of the stairs; the two observing the party in their own little world.

chad wanted to meet new faces. ethan did not.

ethan rolled his eyes, clutching his red solo cup closer to him as a look contorted on his face that of annoyance and disgust before quickly letting his features fall flat and conjure a forced one, embarrassment.

“if it’s that much of a bother to you, you can go talk to some girls. ill just stay here.” he mumbled, looking like a child who just got rejected from buying a toy from their parent. deep down in the pits of his twisted heart he hoped chad would opt out of leaving, not wanting to appear like a loser as he stood alone and drank his embarrassment away.

“really? thanks bro, i was hoping to score some digits tonight.” chad smiled gratefully, already trying to turn away and leave the second ethan gave him his own sort of permission.

“what?! come on, dont leave me here by myself. i look stupid.” immediately ethan felt his heart drop of the idea being seen standing alone at a party, and no matter how much he had disdain to his so called ‘friends’, no matter how badly he wished nothing more than to see chads face as he plunged a knife sharp enough to cut through metal like cheese through his body; to see the life leaving his eyes and the wound oozing that beautiful crimson red color ethan couldn’t seem to get enough of, the last thing he wanted was to look awkwarder than he already was perceived to be.

“you just said i could go!” the dark-skinned boy argued, turning back around to face the taller brunette who gave him the most panicked look in return.

“yeah, cause i was hoping youd say no!”

“how does that make any sense?! if you didn’t want me to leave, just say that!”

ethans face turned into a bit of a pouting look as he silently pleaded for the martin boy to stay by his side.

“look, why don’t you just come with me? i don’t understand what you’re so freaked out about.” chad bargained with ethan who in turn immediately shook his head, planting his feet in the position they were in.

“nope, no way. girls are scary!” ethan spoke in a whiny tone, pausing for a moment before bringing his cup up to his lips and taking a swing of the hard hitting beverage, a stinging in his throat lasting for about a minute as he continued conversing with chad.

“and that’s exactly why you’ve never had a girlfriend.” the shorter boy witted back, causing ethans face to quickly form into what looked to be shock and hurt masking the actual feeling of anger he felt. joke or not, ethan was actually a very hot tempered boy who could get offended quite easily; not that anyone knew that.

the martin boy sighed and decided to rest a reassuring hand on the brown eyed boys shoulder, observing his face which was slightly shaded from the cardboard robot helmet he was wearing, probably another reason ethan was hardly getting any female attention. his costume.

“listen man, stand here and mope all you want, the whole part of a party is to meet people and have fun. i get your shy and you got that whole loner gimmick going on but i don’t want that to stop me from getting my chad on! ill be back here to meet up with you in an hour, maybe try meeting someone new, doesnt even have to be a girl at this point. just.. try, okay?”

chad offered ethan a sympathetic look which only made ethan cringe more before he removed his hand from his shoulder and took off to a group of dancing girls, smoothly sliding in and sparking up conversation almost immediately. how ethan envied that.

letting out an internal (and slightly external) groan, ethan brought his cup up to his lips once again and finished the rest of his drink, keeping his eyes trained on chad who was already talking and laughing with a group of students; entirely girls, that ethan shared a class with.

for almost a minute he didn’t move, suffering in silence and shooting a death glare at chad hidden under the dim lighting of the house. honestly? ethan couldn’t wait to kill him.

he felt isolated. watching everyone mingle and dance with their friends, lovers, and even strangers. he had no other solution than to to drink away his embarrassment, he thought, as he turned around to make his way to the kitchen where the alcohol was, taking one step forward and immediately running into someone shorter than him; their own drink splashing all over the both of them, wetting his cardboard chest piece and their outfit too.

“ah shit- fuck, im sorry about that, seriously.” he’s met with a small voice, not quiet but not extremely loud, gentle enough so that if you want to be able to hear it properly you’d have to tune the blasting music out and focus entirely on them.

jesus fucking christ, give me a break already! ethan thought to himself, annoyance brimming through his entire body as he glanced to the now darker and wet spots of his cardboard chestpiece before finally looking down and at the person who bumped into him, a girl.

“accidents happen, don’t worry about it.” he forced out, trying for the death of him not to want to reach out and strangle you right there; his face was met with an awkward half smile that didn’t quite meet his eyes. despite his anger, he was able to take the time to notice that your face wasn’t half-bad to look at.

he continued to stare at you for a moment, waiting for you to say something, maybe to apologize again? to stumble out some stupid excuse? pathetically flirt? well, not that he’d really mind that last part if he was being honest. he liked the idea of having a girl liking him, but he was terrible at initiating anything.

“you all good? you’re not gonna malfunction on me or anything?” you joked, the both of you internally cringing just a bit at the awkwardness but it seemed to calm ethan from his current state of mind as he met you with furrowed eyebrows and a unsure smile.

“oh, the costume.” he spoke, mostly to himself, while scratching the back of his head. “think ill be good.”

you nod, the fainted tinge of pink lighting up your cheeks and ethan studies you for a moment longer.

“are you new? i haven’t seen you on campus before.” curiously, the brunette boy watches your face for a reaction, taking note of your every move while under his watch.

“sorta. i mean, if you consider three months to be new. i transferred here a while ago, it’s always been my dream to move to new york so once i saved up some money i chased my dreams.” you explain, and ethan nods, finally allowing a boyish smile to consume his features. for the most part it was forced, continuing to hold up his friendly image.

he doesn’t have to reply before you hop to the next subject, this time you’re asking the question.

“aren’t you chads roommate?”

“yeah, im ethan. ethan landry. nice to meet you..?” he holds his hand out for a handshake, trailing off the edge of his sentence as he waits for you to finish.

“(y/n). nice to meet you, ethan ethan.” you accept the short handshake, gently shaking hands and noticing the unreasonable strength and grip to his hold that didn’t seem the match the innocent, and dare you say weak look written all over his face while making a bad joke about his name from his introduction that still seems to score a smile from him; and ethan couldn’t help but notice the fact he didn’t have to force this one on his face. it came naturally.

“(y/n),” he repeated, as if trying your name out for himself. he smiled a little, that same shy nerdy facade written all over his face. “you got a last name?”

“does it matter?”

“i- guess not?” he looked a bit caught off guard but there was no actual hostility or mystery in your voice, just some sass. you were honestly entertaining.

“so why’re you standing here all alone?” you switch topics again, which ethan took note of. your mind seemed to wonder fast, moving from one thing to the next with no hesitation.

“ah, it’s kinda embarrassing.” the boy admitted, a small warm blush coating his pale complexion as he found himself not wanting to tell you the real reason why. wait- a blush? no, that couldn’t be right. he must just be feeling hot. all the alcohol was effecting him, or something. “i don’t really know a lot of people here, so i was just hanging out with chad till he left me to go talk to some girls.”

“ah, a typical chad move. literally and figuratively.” you nod, feeling yourself start to relax your body language more around the curly haired brunette the longer you were near him.

he chuckled, looking at you with those sweet chocolate brown eyes of his that gave you the most heartwarming feeling. “you’re kinda funny.” he tries to compliment, smiling now, a more natural grin than the ones he offered you originally. though it could be taken as a compliment or an insult, his tone genuinely sounded sincere, like he had no bad intentions. he was just an awkward guy who had no idea how to socialize or talk to the pretty girl in front of him pretty girls.

“i kinda thank you?” you respond, definitely confused on how to take in his comment.

he smiled awkwardly at you and seemed to look as if he was hiding his face as he glanced to the floor. “sorry,” he mumbled, and you felt your heart twinge as he resembled that of a hurt puppy.

“you’re good. i appreciate the sentiment.” reassuring him, he glanced back up at you with a crooked toothless smile, feeling his guard come down all around him. he had no idea why he was feeling this way, or why it felt so easy to talk to you.

there was a moment where silence fell between the two of you, staring deeply into your eyes he looked like he wanted to say something, an internal struggle of conflict in his mind while you simply watched in utter bliss and oblivion to the situation.

“i guess i should get going, i have to find my friend before they run off with some stranger they just met to hook up with. ill see you around though?” you offer him politely, and ethan felt a strange hollowness in his heart at the idea of you leaving him, but he pushed those feelings back and nodded anyway.

you’re about to turn around, start the search for your your friend in the mass of drunken college students, and you make it about five whole feet away before a voice calls your name. ethans voice.

“hey, (y/n)?” you turn around, meeting his eyes again. there’s something in them this time. it’s noticeable now as he locks eyes without you. something a bit sinister about the way he holds your gaze and his stance now looks like he’s taking over the whole room, confident but dark all the same.

“yeah?” you ask. you definitely notice the way his eyes have lost all emotion except one: danger. but this is ethan, ethans a nice boy. it must be the dim lighting and the short yet further distance between the two of you than it previously was.

“don’t get too close to me.” he warns you, and you feel a strange feeling crawl up your spine. the way he looks at you while he says it. the way his tone has completely voided from the sweet voice you were speaking to before and the aura all around him that now screams danger.

you don’t know what to do, unsure of what to say. maybe he was joking, maybe he was drunk, or maybe he really just didn’t want your companionship.

all you can do is awkwardly smile. “ill see you around, ethan.” and with that, you walk away from him, searching the packed house for your friend and forgetting about the short yet easy-going (up until the end) conversation you held with the landry boy.

and though you’ve pushed your interaction to the back of your head, ethans eyes never once leaves the back of yours.

𓂃 ࣪ ˖ 𖦹 a/n :: the most unrealistic part of scream vi is that ethans a virgin

started 08.04.23. finished 08.04.23.

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prettybabybaby · 1 year

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dark!ethan taking his anger out on you after the apartment killings?

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content: dubcon/noncon, dark!ethan landry, fem!reader

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“they don’t trust me,” ethan says, jaw clenched and eyes closed. his hold on your wrist is painful, keeping your wrists pinned to the pillow beneath your head.

“e,” you whimper, tears skipping down your face, “slow down.”

his pace is brutal, fueled by the anger of being doubted. he was on edge, straight faced and tense as he pushed his way into your bedroom. you tried to be understanding, sliding into bed with him to calm and comfort him and yourself after such a traumatic night but he seemed to have other plans, none of which involved your comfort or pleasure.

he treated you like a doll, painfully shoving your thighs apart with his, pushing himself into you without the usual caring preparation. the first pumps were dry and agonizing, leaving you trembling as he persisted anyway, leaning up to dribble spit where your bodies met. you lifted your arms, trying to scoot upwards and create some sort of distance but he hadn’t let you, instead he wrapped his hands around your wrists and held them in the position they are in now.

“I’ve done nothing to deserve this,” he lightly shook his head, “nothing. fuck, you’re so tight.” he connected your lips, tongue forcing its way into your mouth, “you trust me, don’t you? you know I’d never hurt anyone, right baby?”

your glassy eyes stared up at him and you couldn’t bring yourself to agree. he pursed his lips, an extra harsh thrust taking the air from your lungs, “right?”

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mslowlife · 1 year

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Mad(e) For You - Part III

Part I Part II

Pairings: Yandere! Ethan Landry x Yandere! Reader

Warnings: Murder, blood, violence, stabbing, swearing, possessive reader

Summary: No one deserved Ethan, especially her. You were going to make sure of it. Only you deserved him.

Word Count: 947

A/N: This part is really short I'm sorry ;-; i've been so busy last few days but I still hope you enjoy <3 thank u all for the support as well <3

Lydia Marrol. What a name, you thought. You repetitively told yourself that of course he had an ex girlfriend, there would always be another before you, but it still made your blood boil. How dare he. He should have known, he should have just been patient and not given in and dated some lowlife like Lydia. Lydia just seemed so amazing, Lydia had the perfect nuclear family, Lydia was just so smart with her scholarship. Gosh, why are girls so dumb you thought, just accepting any follow request they get for the sake of another follower. She practically let you into her life, to her ‘private’ online world. She did this to herself.

And even though they had been broken up for nearly three months, she still seemed so hung up on him. Always posting some cheesy breakup quote on her story with a sad song, or posting some stupid and unconvincing ‘i’m totally not in love with my ex’ motivation crap. Scrolling through her older instagram posts, you found old photos of Ethan and her together. God. She probably didn’t delete them because she thought they’d get back together. Well they weren’t, you were sure of it.

It didn’t take long to find out who Lydia was, you see with some simple sleuthing you could find exactly what school Lydia Marrol attended, what classes she took down to the exact times and days, and what dorm she stayed in.

Adjusting your coat, you slipped your boots on and headed out the front gate. Finding where Lydia would be this time of evening wouldn’t be too hard, considering she usually spam posts what she’s doing at every time of every day.

Looking at her timetable, you found she just finished class minutes ago. Perfect. Then, you went on her instagram, knowing she would have just posted some unrelatable crap on story, and yes of course, she did. “study timeeee someone bring me coffee and i’ll love you forever” After her insufferable story post, you went back to her first story of day, showcasing her ‘OOTD.’ Perfect again. Now you know what to look for.

Winter was truly showing how harsh it could be, dark clouds rolled over the city, making the sky darker than it was. Droplets of rain fell from the sky, and in a matter of seconds, rain gushed down in violent showers, causing people to run for shelter or pull out their trusty umbrellas. Taking shelter in a nearby bus stop, you waited patiently. She shouldn’t be too far away now. Lydia took the bus home from school on days like today.

In just the corner of your eye, a blurry figure approached through the spitting rain, they wore a tan coloured coat, a grey beanie and dark blue jeans with a tote bag they kept under their arm. There’s Lydia, you thought. Wiping the seat with her hand, she sat down. Offering a friendly smile to you before reaching for her phone in her bag. You glared at her up and down, how could Ethan have loved her? Loved her? What if he loved her? Why would he? Just the thought of him loving her alone made you fuming.

But rather than losing your cool, just yet, you took a deep breath and scanned around you. Ensuring no one was walking nearby, or any cars were around.

Lydia’s face lit up from the glow of her phone. She wasn’t going to see this coming. Reaching into the inside of your coat pocket, you pulled out the silver blade by the heavy wooden handle.

Here goes nothing.

In sudden force, you twisted your body to Lydia, before plunging the knife into her stomach. Her body contorted, buckling beside you as she gasped for air and groaned. Her eyes bulged, swelling with hot tears. Using your free hand, you silenced her by grabbing onto her jaw and covering her mouth. In and out, in and out was the motion of the knife as it punctured her stomach. Blood covered your hands and shirt as you straddled her motionless body to get a better angle of her torso.

“He’s mine. Only mine” You hissed.

Lydia couldn’t even respond, all she could do was gurgle and choke out incoherent words as blood oozed from her mouth.

“Fuckin’ bitch, think he still loves you?”

Still no response. You twisted the knife in her guts, she deserves this.

As your adrenaline surged, you ploughed the knife hard and deeper into her stomach until your arms began to ache.

“Can’t even fucking answer me, can ya?” You berated breathlessly.

Lydia spluttered her final breath, the entirety of her life in the last glimpse and blink of her draining eyes.

You watched as the blood seeped down her torso, onto the bench seat then as it dripped onto the concrete. Her lifeless body spread on the bench, arms flailed apart from her body and painted with her own crimson red blood.

The scene to you was beautiful. Your own artwork on display.

Admiring your work was consuming and all, but as you came down from your adrenaline high, you realised you needed to go. Now.

Before leaving, you quickly changed coats with a new one stuffed away in your bag, then swiftly walked home.

Arriving home, all you could stare at yourself in the mirror. The intricate blood splatters on your body, the way it was smeared over your chest and arms. It was fascinating, surreal even. But what would Ethan think, would he hate you, or would he love you for this? Because after all, you did for him. You killed for him. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Taglist @volturi-girl-imagines @poisonousgem16

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certifiedwhore4slashers · 1 year

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Chase

Part 1

pairing: ethan landry x fem!reader

warnings: yandere themes and behavior, obsession, possessiveness, toxicity, murder, blood, gore, etc…

SCREAM VI SPOILERS!! I’m warning you right now in case you haven’t seen the movie. Also should I write for him more?

taglist: @liyahsocorro @astarborntowrite

You somehow managed to run once more, However, this time, You were confident he was far behind you. You stepped in the elevator. You were definifely telling the others who Ghostface was. One of them, anyways.

You inhale, then exhale, You shouldn't worry. You got rid of him, right? Well, you went through this before. He was never fully gone. While you were on the elevator, You call Police about your boyfriend.

However, once you entered the lobby, you could hear footsteps, Not looking behind you, you exit the building. You were outside. People could witness you. Could help you.

Life or Death Scenario.

He promised he wouldn't hurt you, but who could really believe him? Not you. He murdered your boyfriend simply because he was your boyfriend.

Your best friend, betrayed you. You wondered if he had been playing a façade. Maybe, this was who he really is. Because why would he be Ghostface? He has to have a motive, right? Well, besides the fact he was in apparently obsessed with you. Hence why he never killed you.

You didn't even know where you were going, You knew where your apartment was. Suddenly, the footsteps grew closer. You gulp, before running further.

Behind you, He was there. For some reason, Never giving up. Even if you rejected him. You just needed to keep running. In hopes he would stop for now.

Sadly for you, He doesn't give up easily. You needed to find someone who could help, quick. Your friends, Maybe. But you left your phone. You would eventually tell them one of their close friends was really Ghostface, well one of them. You would figure out the others on your own.

"I like a chase."

You were doomed, weren't you? You were growing tired from running. You'd have to eventually stop. Which You though you were safe, stopping so you could gain your energy back. Dumb Move of you to do.

You feel yourself being pulled into someone's chest, feeling the clothing, You knew who it was. He wrapped his arms around your waist strongly, in order to prevent you from leaving.

He must've taken his mask off, because he said, "You can't tell anybody, Y/N. If you do, You'll regret it." He held his knife on your throat, not so he could hurt you, but so he could scare you. You knew he could feel how scared you were.

You whimper. "I won't, I promise." "Good, He replied."I meant my word on not hurting you, Y/n." Ethan still held you tightly, so you really couldn't go anywhere.

"I... You begin. "I don't believe you." He smirks. "You don't? What a shame. Why would I ever hurt you, y/n? I love you." "You killed the guy I love! You yell. "You're mine, Y/N, Ethan said possessively.

You missed when he was sweet, Kind, who seemed happy you found someone who loved you. But he probably never liked your boyfriend to begin with.

"this isn't love! you argued. "you're obsessed. big difference." When you heard sirens, you knew they arrived. they would find your boyfriend's body. You would be found. You would tell them. He sighed."I love you, You can go. For now." You blinked a few times but bolted when you could.

Stupidly, You went home. Of course you did. There, the Police were waiting. More specifically Detective Bailey, Father of Quinn. They asked you questions but you were proven innocent.

You wondered if they’d ever catch Ethan, the other ghostfaces too. You knew there were more. That’s when you decided on going to your friend’s. He didn’t live too far from you.

And it probably would be a dumb idea but you couldn’t be by yourself. You ring up your friend. You didn't want him to think You would be telling Tara, Chad, Sam, Mindy, or her girlfriend, Anika.

You only met Ethan through Chad, being roomies and everything. "Pick up, You murmur. You had been friends with Kyle since childhood. You could trust him. You smile when he picks up. "Y/N? Is everything okay? Kyle said, concern in his voice.

"No... You said, kind of freaked out. "Could You come pick me up? I don't feel like being by myself tonight." "Of course, He replies. "On my way."

Kyle hung with your friends sometimes, who often teased how whipped he was for you, but during this, you had your boyfriend. But you didn't believe them. You knew Kyle your whole life, He moved from Woodsboro so you could keep your friends close.

You could see his car and quickly get in. "Y/n, What happened? Kyle asked. "Ghostface, You said. "Oh My god, I'm so sorry, Kyle replies, stopping for a second so he could hug you.

"Thanks for letting me stay over, You smile, entering his apartment, when it began raining. "Of course, feel free to stay as long as you'd like, Kyle smiles, closing his door. You nodded.

Rain came down quick. You were lucky you didn't stay outside longer. “I’ll make you something to eat, Kyle said, going in the kitchen. “Okay, You smile, sitting on the couch.

You hear your phone ring, You see who is calling you, Instead of being dumb, You ignore. You knew someone would be hurt if you continue answering unknown numbers.

Until the number began messaging you.

What a shame your friend will have to go.

Your eyes widen, hearing Kyle hum while cooking. Unsure of your choices, You respond.

No, Please. Don't hurt him. I'll do anything.

Too late. Like I said, You're mine. Nobody else's. Including your friend, who obviously loves you.

You were more angry knowing he knew Kyle and his name, Yet chose to call him your friend. "Kyle! You exclaimed. "Hm? He said, coming in with your food.

"Ghostface is coming for you! You warn him, your eyes widen when you see not one but two killers. He turns around, before being stabbed, He fell. You help him up. "You okay?" "Mhm, Kyle groaned."I could run still. I've only been stabbed once."

One of fhe Ghostfaces lunged forward, Making sure Kyle didn’t get away. “No! You yell, trying to get the killer off of him as he stabbed him. Blood on the mask and knife. You managed to somehow pull Ghostface off.

“Kyle! Run! Or try to! You yell. “I can’t leave you! He says. “I’ll meet you outside. I can handle them.” He nods. But not for himself but for you. Kyle trusts you and he’s the most selfless person you’ve ever met.

“Call 911! You added. He nods leaving with his phone. You encounter Ethan again as he takes off his mask. “You shouldn’t have done that, He says, his voice darker and different somehow.

“Who’s your friend? You say, boldly. Ethan smirks.”My father.” You were puzzled but more so shocked when you saw Detective Bailey.

“What? He’s your father? And Detective Bailey? You say. "Why?” “We have to finish the movie that he was making, Detective Bailey smirks. “Huh? You say still confused.

“Richie was my brother, Y/n, Ethan said. "And then you just had to make me fall in love with you.” “I didn’t do anything, You say. "Now let me go. I promised Kyle-“

“Shut up about him, Ethan said.”But that was really stupid of you to leave him outside.” “What! Is there more of you? You say. You rush over and see another Ghostface continuously stabbing Kyle over and over who was now dead and you could see his insides.

You didn’t know if it was that graphic scene or everything around you ringing because your vision cut to black.

#yandere scream #scream x reader #ethan landry x reader #scream vi x reader #scream 6 x reader #spoiler warning

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